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binged avenue 5
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binged avenue 5
ridiculous
From a brilliant British space comedy, Red Dwarf. Not like David the Gnome or Gimli or whathaveyou, like I thought the first time I tried to watch it. I couldn't concentrate on it, because there was no forest or mushrooms or moss or leafmould...
Yonks later, I remembered that I hadn't seen it, and nothing else about it. It's become a perennial favorite since. Every time they come out with a new season, I rewatch from the beginning.
It began in like 1988, so yes it's a bit dated, sexist, gross... But also flipping hilarious. If you search YouTube for "Red Dwarf It's a Banana", that scene is what I like to show people to introduce them to the humor. I should go live there, in the UK.
This image is from an episode where they've encountered a despair squid on an ocean moon. The squid's ink is hallucinogenic, and makes them despair. They "wake up" out of an immersive video game they've been playing for years, their "real selves" complete opposites of who we've come to know them as. The slob who cleans the soup dispenser nozzles on a massive spaceship turns out to be a swanky, rich politician in a fascist society.
Anyway, that's where the image comes from- their group hallucination about actually coming from this fascist world, where a child is gunned down in the streets for stealing an apple "of the people".
HBO has greenlighted a pilot and back-up scripts for Armando Iannucci's ('Veep') new space comedy series Avenue 5 (working title).
2018 to 2019 are years where more Star Trek related content is created or comes out.
@thegrimyghost launches us into space for intergalactic hackery! These jokes aren’t even funny in outer space! Zero gravity? How ‘bout zero laughs?!
On episode 2, an alien lifeform has invaded the ship. Geoff arms himself to go on the hunt.
DAY TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY-EIGHT - 6/1/17
“GOOD OL’ BOYS IN SPACE” by DJS
More of a comedic skit than anything. Something to pass the time. Enjoy.
Two astronauts in a space capsule. It’s the mid 1960s, so both the astronauts are male. Let’s call them Jim and Mike. They’re weightless, floating around the capsule, because of the whole zero gravity thing. Good luck realizing this onstage.
JIM So, that’s where you left it?
MIKE That’s where she left it. I mean I tried explainin’, get her to see my side of, but she kept shutting me down.
JIM Well can you blame her? She caught you with your hand in the cookie jar—only this particular cookie jar was your kids’ babysitter.
MIKE Hey, I’m not claiming to be a saint here—
JIM No shit.
MIKE --but to haul off and pin it all on me, everything that happened, is not right either. I mean this thing’s a two way street. I’m serious, if you’d seen the looks she was given me? God Damn.
JIM Who, the babysitter? What’s her name again?
MIKE Cheryl. Cheryl Lynn. Pretty, kind of baby-faced, y’know? Brunette, with a little meat on her the way I like it. Not huge tits, but perky, they suit her.
JIM Shit, man, you are playing with fire.
MIKE Ohhh, Sarah will forgive me. She has to.
JIM I don’t know…
MIKE What’s she gonna do, stay mad? Make me sleep on the couch? I know she’d only take it so far because think about it. Think about when we get back to earth, the promotional tour they’re gonna have us on? Luncheons and banquets, and all the appearances—parades! Now is she really gonna pass up the chance to ride on the back of a convertible with me, ticker tape streaming down, crowds packing the sidewalks, cheering and carrying on, that kind of attention?
JIM No, I’d have to say not.
MIKE Exactly. So why can’t we just skip to the part where she gets the hell over it and we can go back to normal?
JIM Well are you gonna keep seeing the girl though?
MIKE That’s my business, I haven’t made up my mind yet. But it’s not for her or anyone else to say.
JIM What about her old man?
MIKE Oh, he doesn’t know anything.
JIM Yeah, but what if he finds out?
MIKE Not a problem. I told Cheryl Lynn to be a good girl and to keep her lips zipped.
JIM And you trust her on that to?
MIKE A ‘course. She’s a good kid. She’s not out to ruin my reputation or nothing.
JIM Man, I don’t know. If I was in your shoes—
MIKE But you’re not. You don’t have the balls. Too much of a thinker, in your own head to ever do somethin’ half this crazy.
JIM You got me there.
MIKE Not that that’s a bad thing. I’m sure you get up to your own brand of trouble.
JIM Hehe. Sometimes.
MIKE That was a funny sort of laugh.
JIM What do you mean?
MIKE Suggestive. Vaguely unsettling.
JIM Oh…
MIKE Whatever it is, Jim, whatever you’re into, I’d appreciate you keeping it to yourself and not involving me, OK?
JIM Heh. Alright.
MIKE And my thing with the babysitter. You know that stays just between us, right? It doesn’t leave this capsule?
JIM Naturally.
MIKE Good. You’re a good man, Jim.
JIM You too, Mike.
MIKE Hey, would you ever believe the two of us, just a couple regular Joes made good, we’d be up here floating around in a tin can like this? Millions of miles from the earth?
JIM More like 62. But I take your point.
MIKE Egghead.
JIM Guilty as charged, hehe.
MIKE There’s that fucking laugh again. S’ unnerving.
JIM Sorry, Mike—
MIKE No, no, it’s OK. Just there’s room for improvement on that front.
JIM My laugh?
MIKE Yeah. You know what you should do, you should try something heartier.
JIM Heartier?
MIKE Like deeper. More jovial sounding. Think Santa Claus.
JIM Oh yeah. Yeah. OK.
Pause.
MIKE Well go on, try it out.
JIM Right now?
MIKE Yeah, give it a whirl.
JIM Umm. OK. (clears his throat) Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho…
MIKE No. God no. Stop. Stop, stop.
JIM What? What’s wrong?
MIKE What’s wrong? That was awful.
JIM It was? But why?
MIKE Because. You’re not sposed to copy Santa Claus precisely, but more his general delivery.
JIM How do you mean?
MIKE Like I said before: more jolly, and deeper. From your diaphragm.
JIM Diaphragm?
MIKE Yeah. Do me a favor. Breathe in?
Jim inhales, about to exhale—
No, no, wait. Hold it. Hold that breath. And see where you can feel it just above your belt line. Can you feel that? Should be a little hard.
Jim nods, still holding his breath.
Good. Now that’s your diaphragm. It’s a muscle. Probably the most powerful muscle in the whole human body, besides the brain. OK, that’s where you should be laughing from. Way deep down, y’see? You can let it out now.
Jim lets out a big breath.
Good. Now let’s try again.
JIM (inhales) Ho, ho, ho—
MIKE Stop. I told you not to do that, just copy him—
JIM But you said to laugh like Santa.
MIKE Like Santa. His style. Not the exact words. I mean you’re not a parrot, are you?
JIM A parrot? No, I don’t think so…
MIKE Again.
JIM You want me to do it again?
MIKE Till you get it right.
JIM Uh, OK. OK… (clears throat, inhales) Ho. Ho, heh. Heh. Heh. Ha. Ha, ha, heh. Ho. Heh, he, he. Heh.
Silence. Mike stares at him.
Uhhhh, Mike?
MIKE Yeah. That was better.
JIM It was? You sure?
MIKE Yeah. It could still use some work, but you’re getting there. You’re getting there.
JIM Wow. That’s great.
MIKE Yep.
JIM Thank you, Mike.
MIKE Thank you? For what?
JIM For, you know. For pointing it out. As a problem. My laugh.
MIKE Oh, right. Yer welcome.
JIM Thank you.
MIKE More than welcome.
A garbled message from mission control takes us to black.